My heart flutters when I see this town.
Its shores washed by the Baltic Sea.
A strange pull that isn’t stopping.
Maybe a piece of my heart forever resides there.
And yet I don’t feel like living there.
But I feel like coming back.
At least once a year.
Walking on its streets.
Taking it all in.
Like strange magic.
Recharging my soul.
So until next time.
I’m coming home.


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